He stood there crumbling, a shell of the man he was,
haunted by his past that so sinisterly followed him into his future.
That broken man severed by the world, abandoned by his loves.
Strength had vanished.
His arms hung heavily by his side.
A broken man.
Disturbed and lonely.
That look in his eye of contempt, a feeling he could no longer weather.
Dark nights.
Screaming into pillows.
His life dissolving before him.
The collapse of love too much to bear.